Jun 27, 12
Read in June, 2012
In honor of a friendly phone conversation yesterday, I picked up Everything that Rises Must Converge. O’Connor is so witty and humorous, at the moment that one is rolling on the floor and reveling in her precise usage of irony, she takes that moment to kick the reader in the pants. I understand that this collection of short stories were written during her final battle with lupus and published posthumously, which could explain their morbidity. (But that’s just her style.) O’Connor once said, “I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else's. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth.” How sad. How wrong. No wonder her stories are so desperate. Apart from Christ, what hope is there? I need not read more to know how they go . . . there seems to be a formula to these stories: Intriguing Character Intro, Funny, Funny, (the two funnies support great character development) Ouch/Poignant, Funny, Funny, Snooze, Funny, Ouch, kills off the aforementioned well-developed character.